Ms. Anonymous

When did this life become a puppet show?

How did the set change from a home to a disposable place?

How did we, I mean the actors, become a marionettes to society?

How did the sweet, easy love affair of yesterday become only a fantasy played out in our wildest dreams?

How did the props of life transform from hard work and happiness to laziness and disdain?

How did the stage go from achieving the American dream to just surviving until tomorrow?

When did life become such a tragedy?

These questions are the product of generations before us and technology becoming a necessity instead of a convenience.  People have become too busy, too stressed, too involved with themselves to open their eyes and see life happening around them.  A father, missing out on his daughter’s childhood because he gets home from the office so late.  A mother, needing to pick up takeout on the way home because a meeting went late and she has no time for home cooked meals.  Children growing up too fast because they’re pushed into schools at the age of three, where teachers show them how to play the latest “educational” game on an iphone.  How did our society go from family’s spending nights together to scheduling time apart so they can feel like they were together for an hour at a time?  A 16 year old girl used to be happy with getting her license on her birthday… now she’s just happy if she can say she made it without being on 16 and pregnant.  

I grew up in a house where my Mom stayed at home all the time and my father’s biggest regret was that he couldn’t make it to come into my class for a “Doughnuts for Dad’s” event.  My Dad worked hard every day of his life, he came home at dinner time and yeah… a lot of nights he brought work home but there was never a moment in my life that I was worried that we wouldn’t have food the next day.  My Dad was the classic provider and my Mom was the over-achieving care giver.  I am looking to be a teacher in the next couple of years and it was a shock to me when in my education classes I was informed that a large part of teaching today is giving comfort to those kids that don’t get it at home.  Teachers almost become a parental figure in today’s society. 

I can’t particularly say that I’m proud of this fact… but because of the turn our society has made, I can only hope that one day as a teacher I can provide stability in the life of child just by showing up to school everyday and being there if they need to talk to someone they can trust.  And I hope with everything I am that I can be the parent that is involved in my kid’s lives… maybe they’ll think it’s annoying for a while and maybe they’ll hate me for caring, but hopefully in every fiber of their being, in their heart and in their soul they will never question that I love them.

There’s irony in,

my romantic comedy…

it’s void of romance.

Been watching a bit too much sex and the city… here’s my little rant on men and women for the day :P

I often hear men say “nice guys always finish last” when it comes to love.

            I am so sick of hearing those words…

                                                            Yes, I’ll admit that a lot of girls go for the bad boy and the asshole.  I’ve done it a million times.  I’ve dated the guys that don’t deserve me.  But I’ve also dated the nice ones… and you know what?-  it was waaaaay easier to get things started with the assholes.  I can only assume that it’s the cocky attitude that makes them go for what they want, but most of the nice guy stories that I’ve heard… it’s been the woman to initiate everything.

            So nice guys… message to all! 

                                    If you want a girl, go get her.  Don’t wait for her to pick up your notion.  Give her that movie moment grand gesture that you’re afraid to give her.

BUT the main reason I’m so sick of hearing the words “nice guys finish last” is for a reason previously stated. 

                        For every nice guy that’s “finishing last currently”… most likely there’s a perfectly wonderful girl that you’ve hurt in the past.  And if you’re the one finishing last… what does that make her? 

                        For those of you nice girls out there who have been broken hearted… but you won’t settle for just any guy.  For those of you who have spent countless nights alone, and wonder when someone REAL is gunna come your way… he’s on his way. 

Nobody’s finishing last… if you’re being patient and waiting for a good, honest, genuine person.  Keep waiting, don’t settle, it’s out there and it WILL be wonderful. 

I’ve spent time waiting and I’ve been hurt.  But I gotta say… no matter how many assholes a girl dates… those nice guys that come few and far between- they’re completely worth it <3